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You pick him up, brush him off, wipe his tears, hug his cheers. one day, all too soon, this
boy stands up and confidently speaks those words 'Duty, Honor, and Country'. I where
he learned those words, a knowing parent proudly smiles; For now God controls his miles.
A boy, almost man, proudly wears his new wings as he his C130 to Afghanistan. A parent
waves a weak-kneed good-bye too for words, I can not lie.
Minutes become hours, days become and months an eternity. An occasional satellite call
from the Middle East just to say "hello" and "I'm all right". These few minutes spent such
a light.
The flicker the computer monitor dances on the ceiling; oh, it must be 3 am again, what a
feeling. Get up to check for news; 2nd time tonight, that's not so bad. And I'll bet I'm
not the worried Dad.
What's this I read; a skirmish in Afghanistan? Not much detail; I'll to wait. No sleep tonight -
it would be late. A Texas based cargo plane misses the airdrop zone; no one knows no one
blames. The pallets splash in the river; there are no flames. With a heavy heart the
commander reacts; retrieve those pallets; we must all act.
I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go too. Three fine young boys, almost men; and one young girl,
daughter. These four brave heroes depart on their fateful mission. Rapidly swept
downstream, too far to have known. They crossed that line where the hostility has
grown. Gunfire rings out; all are wounded; rescue needed; Secure that area with extreme
caution heeded; More gunfire and several combatants are lost; all enemy - their
ultimate cost. The commander announces a priority mission; our wounded and get them
safe. Get in get out; use the route.
I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go too. Four young boys, almost men; prepare their to fly across
invisible line. Loaded with nurses, medics and special forces too, they land on a newly
acquired airstrip, looking for a clue.
Load up the wounded; three young boys, almost men and one girl, someone's daughter.
Job well God's speed out; come on C130 - hurry the pace- the pressure is on, it's a life
race.
But the master plan is sometimes mystifying; all four heroes lose their battle for life.
Their bodies land fine and heroes they are; But God takes their soles on a journey
This C130 crew, now strong men, are back in Bagram and in their canvas den; And on the
you hear - can't tell you anything Dad - but check the news. We are all safe; all our crews
But four sets of parents got that news. And it occurred to me how much they too must
hate that News.
God Bless our

wrritten by Jim Portale, Sr May
In honor of our men & serving their country past, present and future